Bearclaw Valley Send the pain below

sounds good to me! <3

aware that he was almost wholly useless when it came to healing, merrick tucked himself back and away into a corner. tongue lolling, he watched as evien began his work. "they'll be dead this winter, those old fucks," he gloated of easthollow, trying to encourage rosina somewhat.
she was a tough type of swan; her ability to come out with only a few scars was something in which merrick utterly believed. 
he would remain as such until evien bid him leave or rosina was left alone to rest after her ordeal in the service of ursus.